Bequia, Windward Isles, Carribean. The man who harpooned it was in his eighties, a real old mariner & survivor of a bygone age, had broken nearly every bone in his body doing battle with the whales. The whole population of the island turned up on this small hill to watch.You could just about make out this longboat being towed one way then another, through some pretty rough seas, for about 7 hours before they beached it, then the process of filleting it, first the blubber then the red meat, huge slabs carted off on their shoulders, if a tiny scrap floated off through the red waves someone would swim out & throw it back to the crowd on the beach. Not a single scrap was wasted, every one had food & oil for cooking, that seven ton Humpback was treated with reverence & respect. We got to eat some, tasted of fillet steak & smelt of bbqued lobster or shrimp, the most singular life changing spiritual food I ever ate, if I told you the rest of the story, you would probably call me mad. So I won't. Nor will I ever eat whale again.
Apologies for going off thread.